First of all, this is my first fanfic and English is my second language, I am really really happy that you check this out. Please please please leave a comment.
I was inspired by AU artwork of Valjert on post/55806076505/19-years-ago-toulon-champion-jean-valjean-loses
It was a brilliant idea, but no one wrote boxing! au of Valjert yet, so i try to make one for myself.
It should be a one-shot story, because i am green in writing Fanfic, so plz enjoy it.
It was the title deference of Toulon heavyweight boxing champion Jean "Wolverine" Valjean against boxing rookie Russell "Gladiator" Javert.
A fearful upper cut penetrated Valjean's guard, his vision blurred and his knees could not help but hit the ground.
"Ten! Nine!" Valjean soon realized he was knocked down by the rookie Javert. He smelled his blood in the air. He managed to stand up when the referee counted four.
Valjean looked right into the referee's eyes and gave him the signal that he can continue. The referee avoided his gaze. Valjean knew what is happening, the referee was bribed.
"No! I can continue! You asshole!" Valjean shouted while the referee kept shaking his head and claimed that the fight is over.
He saw the face of Javert, a poker face. Valjean did not care what Javert was thinking, but his cold stony face grabbed Valjean's attention.
Valjean opens his eye again. He gazed at the roof and realizes the memory of the fight with Javert haunt him again in dreams.
Valjean didn't care about it anymore. The match was rigged and he got not evidence. His career went downhill and he quit boxing eventually.
Valjean got a few money, but his sister, Fantine, was diagnosed cancer. Valjean used up most of his money to save her. God just hate Valjean very much, Fantine died at last and leave a niece to Valjean.
Valjean turns around and watch Cosette sleeps peacefully on her bed, she is so pure and adorable. Keeping Cosette helps Valjean forgets his past and hatred. More importantly, Cosette is the only family he got and he must work hard for her.
It was nine in the morning; Valjean starts job searching again after sending Cosette to school. Valjean has been unemployed for a few weeks, but he got no talents besides his strength.
Valjean spots a delivery job advertisement on newspaper. The salary is not attractive but good enough to cover the rent and Cosette's school fee. Valjean does everything for Cosette, and he takes the job.
The company is glad to hire someone like Valjean. Strong, fast and obedient. Valjean never complains even when the company requests him to work at night.
"Hey, Cosette. Daddy got to work tonight. Remember not to open the door to strangers." Valjean place Cosette in her bed. "I will comeback as soon as possible."
"Yes, Papa" Cosette smiles and grabs Valjean's hand with her own tiny hand.
Valjean kisses her forehead and leaves his house.
There are a few deliveries waiting Valjean to finish because he is the strongest among the delivery team. The last delivery on that night was to deliver sandbag to a gym.
It was around 9 p.m. when Valjean arrived the gym; he pulled the sandbag out of his van. He lifted the sandbag easily on his shoulder, the sandbag weighted like feathers to him.
When Valjean enters the gym, there is no one, but he hears a sound that recalls his memory, the sound of fists hammering into sandbags. He lifts down the sandbag on his shoulder and go further to check who is practicing.
Valjean spots a man with board shoulders and muscular body is there, the man looks familiar to Valjean but he just can't tell who he is.
The man notices someone is watching from behind, "Just put the sandbag here and you may…" Javert remembers this delivery man.
Valjean recognizes this face, cold and stony. He is the one who put him in miserable life. He is Javert. Valjean feels the anger is growing inside him and what he wants is to beat Javert to death.
Javert reads Valjean murderous face and he breaks the silence. "Want your revenge? Get in the ring if you want it."
The furious staring in Valjean's eyes counts as a Yes. Javert takes his t-shirt off and throws a pair of boxing gloves to Valjean.
Javert steps in the ring and waits for Valjean. Valjean takes his shirt and jean off.
Even Valjean quits boxing for almost three years; he still keeps his shape like a hunk.
Valjean steps in the ring and he takes a deep breathe. The feeling of standing in a ring, the texture of boxing gloves, Valjean remembers all of these memories.
"Ready?" Valjean asks.
"You sure you don't need a head gear?" Javert asks.
"Save it for yourself." Valjean rushes toward Javert, but Javert just stands still.
Valjean throws a strong right hook toward Javert's bearded chin. He half expected Javert can dodges it, but Javert just takes it.
When Valjean tries to throw a left hook to cause further damage to Javert, he is stopped by a right jab of Javert.
Valjean backs off a little bit and tries to regain his breathe; Javert catches him in a series of punches. He finishes Valjean with an upper cut just like three years ago.
Valjean does not allow himself to be defeated like that, he rises again like three years ago and there is no one to stop him this time.
Valjean's anger becomes his greatest weapon, he fears no punches. Valjean trades blow with Javert without dodging or guard. Every time he takes a blow from Javert, he throws a punch to Javert. Javert reads his mind and willing to take the same fighting style.
Valjean and Javert started throwing punches like they wanted to crush each other into dust. They were mad, and after rounds of feeding each other angry punches, they are both hurt and injured. Bruises appear from their faces to their belly and blood bleed from Javert's broken nose.
Valjean sends Javert on the ground with a stunning left hook, he hits the ground. Valjean finally knocked Javert down, but the feeling of victory did last longer than ten second.
Javert rises and his look is determined. He is ready for more, he is crying for Valjean's punches.
The feast of blows trading continues, they both managed to knock each other down for a few times.
Blood spilt all around the ring and Valjean can taste it in the air. He hits the ground when an upper cut comes after body blow.
Valjean's knees are out of control this time, he cannot continue, he is defeated by Javert fairly.
Javert walks to him and tries to lift Valjean up on his feet, Valjean knocks his hand off.
"I don't need your sympathy." Valjean shouts. "I hate you, you ruined my life, you make me fuck up everything. Get your fucking hand off me."
"I am sorry." Javert sighs.
"I did know that my promoter bribed the referee, I swear." Javert knees and pull off his gloves which covered with Valjean's blood.
Valjean rises his head and he sees regret and sadness in Javert's eyes, he still hate him but somehow he want to forgive this man.
"Is that true?" Valjean sits and removes his gloves
"Yes, I argued with him after our match and I even changed my promoter. You are not the only one who lives in pain, Valjean. I am hurt after the match too." Javert sighs again and he looks at Valjean with puppy dog eyes. Valjean can't take his eye of Javert, not because he hates him. Valjean is confused.
Valjean smirks. "I don't see how the undefeated champion live in pain?"
"I was ashamed of such indignity act of my promoter, I want to atone it. I train hard since then; I forced myself to remain undefeated." Javert breaks the eye contact and stares at the ground.
"For what? I don't get it." Valjean wants to know more. He demands Javert to tell more.
"I was waiting for you to beat me in the ring and reclaim the belt" Javert murmured and turn his blushed face further away from Valjean. Javert found it embarrassing to say something like that.
"Yet I fail again." Valjean whispers. Javert turns back and sees the sad look on Valjean.
"No, you did well. You are still the hardest hitter I fought and you are the only one who can send me to ground. Not just once, but a couple of knock downs." Javert says that truthfully.
"I take that as an appreciation." Valjean grins, but he spots something weird.
The shape of Javert crotch seems to be a little bit weird. The way how Javert is looking at him implies that Javert is lusted. Valjean is shocked.
Javert leaned forward and observed Valjean in detail.
Javert admires every inch of Valjean. Even Valjean is black and bruised, he still looks outrageously handsome like Hugh Jackman and he cannot deny that the beard on Valjean's face only makes him even sexier. Wide chests, huge biceps, beard and blood, all of these makes Javert's cock hardens against Valjean.
"Valjean, I …" Javert leans closer to Valjean. His lips almost touch Valjean's.
Valjean's face turns red as he feels the heat between them, their breathes combine. He never expected the champion want him, he wasn't expecting this situation.
Valjean realizes Javert is what he desired at this moment, he is strong and muscular like him, silver beard suits Jeavert very well. His reason for staying undefeated is the sweetest thing Valjean ever heard, he gained the soft spot in Valjean's heart. He wasn't sure what he should do, but he shortened the distance between their lips.